Taking the Stage

Late Night Writing

 

the only sound

is the heartbeat

of the clock

my heart is beating

 

the dark is so thick

it couldn’t pass

through a sieve but

it passes through me

 

there they are…

the dramas, skits

a plague of plays

 

no ovations

as I have seen them

countless as stars

 

I am the star

darkening the room

 

it’s so late

it’s too late

for recasting

for rewrites

 

there is no spotlight

drawing the curtain

 

no curtain calls

please

 

just sleep

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

As darkness falls, thick night, we often recall to ourselves the way we perceive our role in life..to some we are the center of the stage, to others we are just the understudies; we never change, just roll with time...
life repeats itself over and over...and we are the main characters all the time.... this flows and almost makes me think it's time to go to sleep.....excellent write P.... loved it
Hugs, B

[Patricia]

Hello B. happy to see you are back and thank you for your kind review. Oh you know how it is, can't sleep, a few memories pop up and there ya go...a poem. :)

[Betty Hermelee]

late night is the best! loved the poem!
Warmly, B

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

We are the main character of our own story. History revolves around us. Yet the story constantly evolves and still rarely changes. The past simply rewrites the future. It's a play of utterly repetitive madness. It's why I never see myself the main character of my story...I'm just the Jester. An excellent write Patricia.

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly Carlos, oh I can be the jester as well and mostly so, ;)

[emmajoygreen]

Treading life's boards can thrust both self will and skill or, alternately a pause too many, a sudden jolt. Here in your gentle flow of words there seems to be a rethinking of how to.. perhaps.

Fine writing, both inspiring yet maybe pensive, Patricia. Whichever, bravo.. your poem touches.

[Patricia]

thank you kindly emma :)

[Lorry]

And as the mind strolls down the boulevard of theatres, all we can hope that as the light goes out, we find the exit to take us where we want to go.
To bed, perchance to dreamy sleep? Aye! There is the rub.
If only we came with a switch where up is marked awake and down is marked sleep, instead of the ever slowing in between world of thoughts, that somehow thought rundown time is the time to send its thought to your mind.
Life would be easier if we just flicked a switch between the two and sleep time thoughts where met with a "we're not in right now" message, with no beep, just a cutoff message asking them to try again in the morning.
Come on boffins, give us the future we need and get it sorted! Oh, and I still haven't got the hover boots I was promised as a kid either, so get your finger out, Chop chop! 😊
This would make a great spoken word, with a voice that gets quieter and quieter. Along with the click of the fingers, symbolising the heart, getting quieter and quite, with a spotlight being switched off on the final "Sleep!"
So cool, Daddy-O! 😊

[Patricia]

Thank you Lorry- Love your comment! :)

[light and ashes]

I think this may be my favorite write by you...
but then again, I guess I've always had a little bit of goth, in me.

Anyway, this is great. Conveyed such an intensity of feeling.

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly! I do love a bit of dark as well. Take a sleepless night and a few memories and tada! :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia… even Katherine Hepburn took the Stage for Scenes … as did William Shakespeare. Have you seen the Movie “Shakespeare in Love” withLady Paltrow? So My Lady of Poetry… we cherish your Lines… and keep you in our Prayers as Heavens Stairs will bring you higher than Clouds with Silver Linings. softly, Pat

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly Pat! Lovely review as always :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"a plague of plays" and this, a clever poem.
whether a short run or a long run...put the lighters away...
we want one show a night, no more, no less.
great poem.
j.

[Patricia]

hello j. thank you for the review, you are so kind!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Patricia, this poem with its short stanzas is dark in its description and feeling. Sleepless with scenarios being played out before you, if this is you at the moment, I am sending you love and light across the pond.

Chris

[Patricia]

Hello Chris! Thank you for reading and commenting, no I am not in any state of darkness, just like writing dark sometimes, I am actually very happy. But thank you for the love from across the pond, I think I will keep it close to my heart. Sending mine to you!

[John the Baptist]

The words are spare but evocative in this one. I have the feeling the speaker is descending into depression.

[Patricia]

Hello John- always a pleasure to hear from you....and no, not depressed, no where near that spectrum.

[Vol]

Ole blue eyes sang about the final curtain... At my age I look up from the boards rather regularly these days... so far, so good...

[Patricia]

Thank you Vol for reading and commenting! Very kind of you!